Page 118 of Educating Arrogant Mr. Hunter

“Okay, princess. Give Wren and I a second to get dressed and we’ll be right out.”

She let out a groan. “Don’t take too long.”

I grinned and tossed a pillow at her. “We won’t.”

She threw it back, hitting me in the face, and then darted out of the room, shutting the door behind her so I couldn’t retaliate.

Beckett inched his body close to mine and threaded his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. The heat of his skin brushed against me in a way that made me want to take this further than Christmas morning with an impatient child allowed.

I sighed in absolute contentment. This moment, this life, was everything I didn’t know I wanted and more. “Merry Christmas,” I whispered.

His green eyes darkened. “MerryfirstChristmas,” he clarified.

I grinned and poked him in the ribs. “You like to pretend to be a big, bad billionaire CEO, but you’re just a sentimental softie.”

He scowled playfully at me. “Don’t let it get out, or else I’ll—”

“What?” I raised an eyebrow, knowing I was playing with fire.

Beckett’s hand gripped my waist while the other slipped down my soft stomach and slid underneath my shorts and panties. I bit my lip to stop the moan threatening to leave my mouth.

My legs instantly parted to accommodate his hand as it settled between my thighs. When he didn’t immediately touch me any further, I whimpered in frustration. “Beckett.”

“Oh, were you hoping for something like this?” His finger swiped through my already wet slit.

I nodded.

“Or this?” His thumb began lazily circling my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed out, my hips already pushing into his hand.

“Or maybe you wanted this?” He let one finger enter me, never stopping his assault on my clit.

My eyes fluttered closed and tiny puffs of air escaped my mouth, rapidly increasing with his speed. Then, as quickly as it started, his fingers were suddenly gone.

What the hell? My eyes snapped open.

He popped his finger in his mouth and slowly drew it out.

A shiver worked its way down my spine.

That would never stop being hot.

“We should get going or we’ll be late.” He rolled out of bed, leaving me laying there giving him my best glare.

“You jerk,” I grumbled. “Let’s see how you like it later on.”

He pinned me with his best dominating stare. “We’ll see if you’re still singing that tune later tonight.”

I huffed and climbed out of bed. I knew I wasn’t fooling him with my half-hearted annoyance. For as much as I hated to be teased like that and my body still craved his, today wasn’t about us. It was about Zoey.

We quickly pulled on clothes and I snagged a small box from the top of the bureau before hurrying out of the room. When we made it to the living room, I had to laugh at the sight in front of us.

“What?” Zoey asked mid-shake. She held a medium sized present in her hands.

“Does that work? Have you figured it out yet?” I grinned.

She scowled at me. “No.”

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